Slices Of Rice
Diced
And Split!
We Slather And Mass
Love And Everything Else!
We Walk Alone
In Thought
And Wonder
To What We’ll Be
And What We Want
If We Laugh
Or Smile,
We’ll Know
It’s A Good Day
But That’s Too Surreal
Our Eyes Sore
From Tears And Pain
We Learn From Mistakes,
Only Seeing
Our Friends
Or Ourselves
Fug Up Or Die!
Or Cry!
Each Day
And Night
Horror Horror
Or Once We All Thought